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Entry tags:
- !ota,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
- asoiaf: sansa stark,
- crown: elizabeth windsor,
- division: kira akiyama,
- doctor who: amy pond,
- doctor who: rory williams,
- dragon age: astrid hawke,
- fullmetal alchemist: riza hawkeye,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- moana: moana,
- star wars: leia organa
if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]
Hail had been falling for two days now, peppering the ground and shredding the grass but rather than melt away like a late spring storm it had only intensified, growing in diameter and moving from a mild annoyance to damned near deadly. As the storm raged, ice flew up through updrafts and was forced back to earth in the downdraft, accumulating layer after layer of murky debris until it went hurtling toward the earth with wicked accuracy.
Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.
After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.
[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]
Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.
After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.
[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]
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But then he posed the question of whether she trusted him or not and she found herself pausing before surprising herself with an answer. "Yes, I do."
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He did not want Sansa to be hurt because she worried for the fate of her lover and he would find the man and bring him to Sansa as soon as he could. First, though, he needed for Sansa to heed his words and get inside so he did not have to worry himself with her safety.
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Ducking her head, she ran with him towards her own safety.
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Once Thor had managed to get Sansa inside so that she could be safe, he resumed the hunt for her companion. He was tall for a man of Midgard, and also fair of hair, so finding him was no real issue. He stood out as much as anyone. There was, however, another man that favored him greatly here in the village so Thor hoped he'd found the right one.
Raleigh seemed to be busy helping to get others to safety, so Thor confirmed he was all right and that he'd be heading indoors later and went back to check on Sansa and pass along the news.
"I saw him, Sansa," Thor said, slightly flushed with the exertion. "He is helping some of the others but he'll be inside soon. He doesn't want you to worry."